Daddy drives, baby sleeps and mommy does nothing. Oh great being in the sky, this is bliss, this nothingness. Silence. No radio, just the white noise of wheels on pavement. This is why coffee and seat warmers were invented. No one can see I am wearing crocs. I am too far from the baby to be puked on. I probably won't have to change my shirt. Please Rhode Island, grow a little longer. I want it to take just another hour to get home.